Page 24 of Under His Heel

[Chapter 9 ]

The next morning Alex did help Tracht get dressed, and he got bread and sausage fed to him in little pieces from Tracht’s fingers. Some part of his mind was protesting, but at this point Alex was happy to not be drinking piss.

He even got a proper uniform of sorts to wear while they were out, better than the simple tunic he’d worn before.

“You’ll serve coffee like you did before, of course, and see if you can’t take a few notes while we’re out. I’ll check them when we get back. If you do a good job, I might reward you.” Tracht handed the same porn-filled tablet to Alex and showed him the note app.

“What happens if you don’t like my notes?” Alex asked while he typed a few test words.

“Then maybe you really aren’t good for anything but fucking and looking beautifully tortured.” Tracht sighed loudly. “Though quite honestly, I’ve tried quite a few assistants and they’ve all irritated me. I don’t think even you could do much worse. At least I get to take my frustrations out on you at the end of the day.”

Alex tensed at the implication, but Tracht didn’t seem inclined to do anything more at the moment. Tracht snapped at him to hurry up, and they made their way to the ship’s control area, or whatever it was called. Alex had been there before, during the first few days, and he still felt awkward. Several of the crew gave him side-eyed stares, while others pointedly ignored him.

He recognized the one lady too—right, Espinosa. He’d met her on the first day, and she was giving him the same glare now that she had back then, in between conversing with Tracht about the day’s business. From the way the two of them were talking, it sounded like Espinosa was the second in command. Alex had enough trouble keeping up with what they were saying and making notes. He wasn’t even sure what kind of notes Tracht wanted, so he tried to put everything down. Couldn’t Tracht just record all this sh–stuff?

He followed the two of them as they did a tour of the ship to inspect... things? Alex had no idea what they were really talking about. They pointed out random spots that looked fine to Alex, but he wrote down ‘fix this’ in his notes and hoped somebody would know what the h—heck that meant.

It would have been boring if Alex wasn’t so intent on making sure he got everything written down. He had never been a huge fan of reading or writing, so it required a lot of his concentration. And Tracht really wasn’t making any concessions for Alex knowing next to nothing about space ships.

The tour finally ended in Tracht’s office, which was off the ship’s main control room. Espinosa excused herself to take care of whatever it was she did, and Tracht settled down in the large swivel chair.

“Go make me a cup of coffee,” Tracht demanded. Alex bristled at the tone, but Tracht wasn’t even looking at him. He was flipping through his own tablet, lost in thought.

The coffee machine was one of those super fancy ones with a million buttons. Tracht had shown Alex how to use it on their first day together, but Alex’s memory of it was fuzzy. Thankfully, he managed to figure it out. He did taste-test it first, just in case, but it seemed like it would be okay? Alex wasn’t sure what made coffee good. If Tracht wanted better coffee, he’d have to make it himself.

Alex’s hands shook a little as he brought the cup over, and he hated that he actually sighed in relief when Tracht seemed to like it, or at least didn’t hate it.

Nick would be laughing at Alex the coffee boy right now. But whatever. What was Nick even doing now? How was he going to scam people without Alex to back him up and protect him when he invariably got into trouble?

“Alex!”

Alex startled to attention. Tracht was frowning at him and holding his hand out. “The notes.”

Alex fumbled the app open and handed the tablet over to Tracht.

“While I read this, you can make yourself useful.” Tracht pushed his chair away from the desk and spread his legs wide.

Oh fu—frick. Alex swallowed and remembered last night. He unconsciously shook his head.

“Alex. Get on your knees.” The admonishing tone sent a frisson of fear up Alex’s spine. The morning had been going so well. Alex couldn’t think of anything he’d done to displease Tracht.

“Wh-why?” Alex backed away towards the wall.

“Because I say so. Alex, do not make me force you. I’m not actually in the mood right now.”

Not in the mood to what? Hurt Alex? Humiliate him? Piss in his mouth? Rip out his tooth?

With a shudder, Alex slowly walked over to the desk and got on his knees between Tracht’s legs. He flinched when Tracht reached out to pet him, and got a hard tug on his hair in retaliation.

“Unzip me and take my cock out.”

Alex did as he was told, and it scared him that Tracht wasn’t actually hard. Because if he were hard, this would obviously be a blowjob. Soft, Tracht could—Alex swallowed and averted his gaze so he didn’t have to look at the soft cock.

Tracht scooted the chair closer and pushed Alex’s mouth towards his crotch. “Take me in your mouth. Do not attempt to get me hard, just hold me in your mouth. Keep my cock nice and warm, Alex.”

Was that a trick of some sort? Alex couldn’t imagine wanting anybody to just hold his dick in their mouths without doing anything. It sounded easy, but so many things Tracht wanted had sounded easy and ended up being terrible in some way. Another tug on his hair told him he was better off doing what he was told, so he opened his mouth and took the soft dick into his mouth.

He waited for another stream of piss to drown him in nastiness, but there was nothing. Literally, once Alex had his mouth around Tracht’s dick, Tracht settled in to read the tablet. On occasion he petted Alex or rubbed his ears, but he didn’t thrust forward or hurt Alex.

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